Paroles de Children In The Streets

Sitting by the door one morning Looking at the children Going to school, man Then I thought about the ones in the streets Moving up and down Nowhere to go No education, no future Then I thought about their parents, man Why do they suffer so much If they have parents, why? If you really don't want no children Why do you have them? If you really don't want no children, man Why, why? It's a cold winter, man Moving bare-footed down Khilo street, man His father is relaxing in the best bar in town Asking them to fill up his glass, man His mother is kissing on another man If you really don't want no children Why do you have them? If you can't care for them Why?